We have to write a Eulogy. Ironic, he gives us the assignment the week of the 1 year anniversary of Uncle Jim's death. I've decided I want to speak about Uncle Jim, that way everybody can know a little bit about him, and think "Hey, she had a pretty cool uncle."
I miss him. That day I didn't cry. Mom cried, Mimi and Papa cried, Aunt Kate cried, and I'm sure many others cried as well, but not me. I got to watch a kitten whose front paws don't work, roll around & push himself across the floor to play with his owner. I played in the big HF-L vs Livonia game, and we lost 3-1. I came home and watched my mom tear up then breakdown. I still didn't cry. I still feel like I have to be the one who doesn't cry, the one that has to be strong for everyone else. I don't like being sad, I really don't. I wanted to cry, I wanted to just sit against my locker on the floor and just bawl my eyes out. I teared up a little when Kevin asked me what was wrong then just hugged me till I felt better.
I don't want to be sad, but I am.
I want to make everything better, but I can't.
I want to go back in time and somehow find a way to fix what was broken, and I know thats impossible.
I want him here, I wish it had never happend to us.
But thats not how it works, we have to live with it everyday, and hope that it'll get better as time goes on.
I guess I'll have to be a bit more patient, because it still hurts to much to think, to wonder "if."
I love you Uncle Jim, and I miss you every day.
Theres not a day that goes by where I don't grab the heart around my neck and wish you were still here.
"Where'd all the good people go?"
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